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安徒生童话-风的故事

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      EAR the shores of the great Belt, which is one of the straits that connect the Cattegat with the Baltic, stands an old
     mansion1 with thick red walls. I know every stone of it,” says the Wind. “I saw it when it was part of the castle of Marck
     Stig on the promontory2. But the castle was obliged to be pulled down, again for the walls of a new
     mansion on another spot—the baronial residence of Borreby, which still stands near the coast. I knew them well, those noble
     lords and ladies, generations that dwelt there; and now I’m going to tell you of Waldemar Daa and his
     daughters. How proud was his bearing, for he was of royal blood, and could boast of more noble deeds than merely hunting the
     stag and emptying the wine-cup. His rule was despotic: ‘It shall be,’ to say. His wife, in garments
     embroidered3 with gold, stepped proudly over the polished marble floors. The tapestries4, and the furniture of
     costly5 and artistic6 The cellars were full of wine. Black,
     fiery7 horses, of Borreby at that time. They had three
     children, daughters, fair and delicate maidens8—Ida, Joanna, and Anna Dorothea; their names. They were
     a rich, noble family, born in affluence9 and nurtured10 in luxury.
     “Whir-r-r, whir-r-r!” roared the Wind, and went on, “,, the high-
     born lady sitting among her women, turning the spinning-wheel. She could sweep the sounding chords of the guitar, and sing to
     , not always Danish melodies, but the songs of a strange land. It was ‘Live and let live,’ here. Stranger guests
     came from far and near, sounded, goblets11 clashed, and I,” said the Wind, “was not able to drown the noise.
     Ostentation12, pride, splendor13, and display ruled, but not the fear of the Lord.
     ”It was on the evening of the first day of May,” the Wind continued, “I came from the west, and had seen the ships
     overpowered with the waves, when all on board persisted or were cast shipwrecked on the coast of Jutland. I had hurried
     across the heath and over Jutland’s wood-girt eastern coast, and over the island of Funen, and then I drove across the great
     belt, sighing and moaning. At length I lay down to rest on the shores of Zeeland, of Borreby, where
     the splendid forest of oaks sti under
     the oak-trees. The largest and dryest they could find they carried into the village, and piled them up in a heap and set them
     on fire. Then the men and maidens danced, and sung in a circle round the blazing pile. I lay quite quiet,” said the Wind, “
     but I silently touched a branch which had been brought by one of the handsomest of the young men, and the wood blazed up
     brightly, blazed brighter than all the rest. Then he was chosen as the chief, and received the name of the Shepherd; and
     might choose his lamb from among the maidens. There was greater mirth and rejoicing than I had ever heard in the halls of the
      Then the noble lady drove by towards the baron’s mansion with her three daughters, in a gilded14 carriage
     drawn15 by six horses. The daughters were young and beautiful—three charming blossoms—a rose, a lily, and a white hyacinth.
     The mother was a proud tulip, in their sport
      lady seemed like a flower that was rather stiff in the stalk. Rose, lily, and hyacinth—yes, I
     ? thought I; their shepherd will be a gallant16 knight17, perhaps
     a prince. The carriage rolled on, and the peasants resumed their dancing. They drove about the summer through all the
     villages near. But one night, when I rose again, the high-born lady lay down to rise again no more; that thing came to her
      all, in which there is nothing new. Waldemar Daa remained for a time silent and thoughtful. ‘The loftiest
     tree may be bowed without being broken,’ said a voice within him. His daughters wept; all the people in the mansion wiped
     their eyes, but Lady Daa had driven away, and I drove away too,” said the Wind. “Whir-r-r, whir-r-r-!
     “I returned again; I often returned and passed over the island of Funen and the shores of the Belt. Then I rested by
     Borreby, wood, where the heron made his nest, the haunt of the wood-pigeons, the blue-birds, and the black
     stork18. It was yet spring, some were sitting on their eggs, others had already hatched their young broods; but how they
     fluttered about and cried out when the axe19 sounded through the forest, blow upon blow! The trees of the forest were doomed20.
     Waldemar Daa wanted to build a noble ship, a man-of-war, a three-decker, which the king would be sure to buy; and these, the
     trees of the wood, the landmark21 of the seamen22, the refuge of the birds, be felled. The hawk23 started up and flew away,
     for its nest was destroyed; the heron and all the birds of the forest became homeless, and flew about in fear and anger. I
     could well understand how they felt. Crows and ravens24 croaked25, as if in scorn, while the trees were cracking and falling
     around them. Far in the interior of the wood, where a noisy swarm26 of laborers28 were working, stood Waldemar Daa and his three
     daughters, and all were laughing at the wild cries of the birds, excepting one, the youngest, Anna Dorothea, who felt grieved
     to the heart; and when they made preparations to fell a tree that was almost dead, and on whose naked branches the black
     stork had built her nest, she saw the poor little things stretching out their necks, and she begged for mercy for them, with
     the tears in her eyes. So the tree with the black stork’s nest was left standing29; the tree itself, however, was not worth
     much to speak of. Then there was a great deal of hewing30 and sawing, and at last the three-decker was built. The builder was a
     man of low origin, but possessing great pride; his eyes and forehead spoke31 of large intellect, and Waldemar Daa was fond of
     listening to him, and so was Waldemar’s daughter Ida, the eldest32, now about fifteen years old; and while he was building the
     ship for the father, he was building for himself a castle in the air, i

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